Traditionally, the ghazal, an ancient Persian form, has a lot of requirements (couplets, rhyme, refrain), but one specific subject--love. Especially illicit and unattainable love. So what are readers to make of Ron Koertge's ghazals which are about, among other things, the Seven Dwarfs, Technicolor, and Mothra? Well, you probably can't beat him, so you may as well join him as--with a white hot imagination and irrepressible and unpredictable lyricism--he bends a few rules and breaks the rest. And yet his subject is still love. But not illicit or unattainable, since what he really loves is language. And language loves him back. There it is on every page, lying at his feet, panting.